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lyrics

Dayjob demons start to doze
And coffee shops commence to close
On sidewalks heaps of moldy junk
The last Thursday of this here month
Out of doors the thrifty stir
Let's go snag some furniture

Don't forget to bring your flashlight
And some empty crates or a hatchback
TV sets with the screens all busted
Rusty mattress springs and a hatrack
And used cassettes

The moon is dark, the hours wee
The getting's good 'cuz it's all free
I saw it first - no just move on
No time before the good stuff's gone
The sun will rise, store closes when
The streets are swarmed with garbagemen

Here's a box full of clumpy t-shirts
And a dresser, warped, missing drawer knobs
Elvis clocks with the twisted hour hand
And a rope that's tied to a shower rod
And monosocks